They say it when they tear it to shreds: Destruction is a form of Creation
This fic is a follow on from my one-shot "Seeing what happens when the world is torn apart". It is a combination of Black Jewels Triology by Anne Bishop and the movie Donnie Darko. I highly recommend both. This is for the reviewer Narev who wanted more and for Callie who resolutely reviewed it even when she didn't understand.
Feel free to check out my BJT fanfic 'Deadly Politics', 'Summerland' about the events in Anne Bishop's House of Gaian and 'Sweet Dreams', a Harry Potter Fic.
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.:Tersa… it is time to go:.
She knew that voice.
She watched her silvery timeline snake to meet it.
Jaenelle had changed.
She still didn't notice the craft snake out in front of them. Jaenelle was so powerful. Yet even she had not met who dwelt in the core.
She followed the silver and she followed Jaenelle, out, out into the light. Into Sanity.
Prologue
Tersa lived in a cottage with a Journeymaid Black Widow. She saw the sunlight for what it was. Had interacted with Jaenelle, Queen of Ebon Askavi and her coven, traded spells and craft ideas. Had had quiet conversations with Saetan SaDiablo, the High Lord of Hell. She had regained not all, but most of her Sanity. As much as she could claim while keeping her craft after being broken. She had, after all, Shattered the Chalice.
Tersa sat back, looking at the tangled web.
It showed her a memory.
Wake up Tersa, Wake up.
Tersa set back her shoulders. She did not fear the Twisted Kingdom. Nor the one who ruled on the throne of Chaos.
This then, was a message, a warning. Things were moving again, moving fast. She would again be needed to play a part.
Hearing the Journeymaid descend down the stairs, she reached out, crushing the web, making sure the other could not read it. None could now, not even Witch. This was a message for Tersa alone. It was time.
xoxo Lady Occult
